[IC] Blood of Two Worlds

[Jazz]

With a nod and figuring that he couldn't convince Ana otherwise, he decides sleep sounded good. "Seems so. Goodnight." He then heads to his assigned room. With no shoes to kick off, he heads to the bed, taking off his vest gloves and shirt, he lays down though his thoughts on the golden glow that he witnessed between himself and Ana. He wondered about going to the library or possibly getting ahold of someone inside the pack.

That makes Damien shake his head. Bad idea. There was no way he could do that. So that meant that the library it was. He didn't want to get roped back into whatever they were going to try and feed him in hopes he come back. Not doing it and won't. Putting his thoughts to something else that wasn't so bad, his thoughts turn to Ana which makes him oddly calm and he drifts to sleep.

[MegaraFoxfire]

Ana waved to him and looked back to the book until she heard his door shut and she sighed. “How can this be…I thought I had my one love…is it possible…” she rubbed her temples and the grimoire glowed softly. She said “I know I know…I have to relax before tomorrow…” she looked back out the window and suddenly felt her eyes get heavy and she rubbed her face. “What…”

She got up and took a few steps before a wave of weakness hit her and she stumbled and hit the floor, the grimoire sliding from her hand as she passed out.

[Jazz]

Within the morning though a full sleep he had, it was restless and felt a bit tired still. However Damien still stretched and sat up with a yawn. Sitting up on the edge of bed, Damien feels miles away before deciding that he needed to get up and take on the day. He heads to the bathroom within the suite to get washed up with a shower and hoping to waken him up further.

It was once he bathed that he had woken up and gotten dressed with shirt and vest and drying his hair.

[MegaraFoxfire]

Dante was a late riser as well, slowly getting up and getting cleaned up and dressed. But when he opened his door yawning he said “good morning lady shade…I am guessing you…” then he has opened his eyes and saw Ana on the grimoire a few feet from her. He cursed and jumped over the chair yelling “Damien!” He slid next to Ana and said “Lady Shade? Lady shade?”

[Jazz]

If Damien hadn't felt more awake than before, we'll he was now with his whole self stopped and his head turned to the call of his name as he bursts out of the suite with the towel around his neck and his socks on like last night. "Dante? Wha-?" He then notices the scene before him realizing that Ana was on the floor and where he remembered her being last night before he left for bed. "Ana!" He too had slid next to her and on the other side of her. "What happen?"

[MegaraFoxfire]

Dante was checking her over and said “I don’t know, I found her like this. She’s never passed out like this…not without a cause…” he tried to turn her over but his injuries made it hard for him and he flinched. Then he saw the book and moved it over. “Wait…did freeing the cursed one do this? Does it take a toll we didn’t realize…”

Ana stirred a little, her eyes moving a little as their voices reached out to her.

[Jazz]

Damien watched Dante but tried to help him with his healing wounds. Though hearing his guess as to what vould have happened, wondered that himself. "Could have." He shakes her shoulder a little. "Hey. Ana, Dúisigh." Speaking softly in Gaelic like it's his mother language.

[MegaraFoxfire]

Ana stirred at his voice and opened her eyes, seeing the pair above her. “Guys? What’s…going on? I thought you both went to bed…” Dante sighed and said “we did. I found you on the floor out here…it’s the morning my lady”

[Jazz]

Damien slowly helps her sit up scooting behind her so his hand and leg were behind her to support her. "Do you know what happen to have you collapse? Or an idea of what could have happened?" He asks her.

[MegaraFoxfire]

Ana tried to remember and said “I…was reading and got up to check around then is suddenly felt dizzy and weak. Tired…then I felt a power hit me and I think that’s when I blacked out”

[Jazz]

Damien was surely confused but seemed suspicious about this other power that Ana spoke of. He looks to Dante before looking back to Ana. "What did it feel like?"

[MegaraFoxfire]

Ana blinked and then said “like a fog wrapping around me…like a thick fog surrounding me and blocking the moon from me…”

[Jazz]

Damien was thinking about what she told them. A fog that feels like the fog is blocking the moon. Odd. He wondered who could pull off that kind of power. He looked to Dante on this. Maybe he had an idea? "Dante?"

[MegaraFoxfire]

Dante shook his head and got up, looking around and said “help her up and make sure she’s not hurt. I’ll check the seals and make sure nothing was triggered” he walked around as Ana tried to get onto her feet on her own.

[Jazz]

Damien nods, "got it." Turning his attention to Ana and checking her over. "Are you hurt?" He asks her.

[MegaraFoxfire]

Ana got up with us help and looked herself over. “I don’t think so…just sore from lying on the floor all night…and my head hurts but that’s not too surprising…” she looked up at Damien and said “good morning by the way”

[Jazz]

A soft chuckle escapes Damien's lips before getting up off the floor himself and bows his head. "Maidin mhaith duit chomh maith." he replies in Gaelic. "Though I wonder if anyone may have felt it too or if it was meant for you specifically. Maybe the staff or the Gatekeeper?"

Translation:
Maidin mhaith duit chomh maith.
Good morning to you as well.

[MegaraFoxfire]

Ana blinked and she said “I haven’t heard that greeting in so long…I had forgotten how lovely that dialect was…” Dante came back in and said “none of the seals or defense spells were triggered. But” he held up a note with a bat on his shoulder.

“You’re on the money Damien. It’s a note from the Hounds. The gatekeeper went down as well last night. But his not waking up. We have been asked to go see if Ana can help”

[Jazz]

Racking his black hair back, he looks frustrated. "ach ifreann." just what they needed to hear. As much as he figured that there was no specific target but it still sucked that someone, anyone has been affected like this. He looks to Dante. "If we're going, I need my spare shoes I kept in Dante's bag."

Translation:
ach ifreann
Ah hells

[MegaraFoxfire]

Dante moved to grab his bag and pulled the shoes out but Ana said “we can’t all go looking like this” she snapped her fingers and shadows weaved around them all, repairing clothing and cleaning up spots. Soon they were picture perfect and Dante said “nice work my lady. Let’s go, they are sending a vehicle for us” he headed out and Ana looked at Damien.

“Is Gaelic your first language ?”